FROM THE RUSSIAN OF VLADIMIR VLADISLAVLEF.
John Pollen translation
From my poor rhymes you turn your face, From my allurements flee; So shuns the vane the wind’s embrace, And scorns his minstrelsy.
John Pollen translation
From my poor rhymes you turn your face, From my allurements flee; So shuns the vane the wind’s embrace, And scorns his minstrelsy.